TAMED

The Trials Begin

My finger tapped the table and my right leg bounced up and down energetically. My heart was racing. All I wanted was to rip her throat out. Was that so much to ask? This was part of the test I guess. To see how much bullshit I could take from this woman without killing her.

But...it hurt, fighting down this pressure.

I wanted to kill her so badly I could taste it. She was a convicted felon and had been involved in a drug trafficking ring for who knows how many years. Levi had told me that my job was to subdue her without hurting her even a little bit. She wasn't afraid to die, and really, I wasn't afraid to kill her. Still, if I wanted to be able to see Vince again, I had to follow orders to a T.

In short, she would be allowed to beat me to a pulp for a time, and once given permission, I was to stop her without leaving so much as a scratch on her ivory skin.

What a bummer that was...

I sat at the table, waiting for the whistle to sound stating that I could move. She hadn't even started her teasing yet, and I already wanted her blood.

I shook my head. What was wrong with me? I wanted to see Vince. I wanted to be free. So I had to do a good job.

This vixen of a woman finally approached me, her bright red jumpsuit almost blinding in the otherwise grayscale room.

"Hey there pup. So I hear you have a temper hm?" She began. A low growl resonated through my chest and throat. It was strange, not being restrained. There was no straitjacket, no handcuffs, no muzzle. The only thing I wore was my collar, and that I guess was so that they could pull me off of her if they needed to.

I watched as she walked up to me and knelt down, her nose only inches from mine. She licked her lips as she hooked a finger under my chin. Her coffee-brown eyes would have been highly seductive to any normal man. Her long, rich, brown hair framed her slender form as she smiled mischievously.

"Well, what should I do. They said I have to rough you up a bit. It seems weird to me, considering you look more like a naughty teen than a hardened soldier." She sighed as she stood up straight. "Hm, oh well." With that she spun on her heel an kicked me square in the chest, sending me flying backward out of my chair. My body crashed onto the cement floor and I couldn't help but growl. The space at my sternum screamed painfully, but years of training allowed me to largely ignore it.

I coughed as I stood to my feet, my breaths coming in quick succession as I was overwhelmed by the nauseating urge to rip her head off.

"Hm, maybe you are tough after all." She complimented, but then approached me again, taking a fistful of my shirt front and punching me in the jaw. I still hadn't heard that whistle yet, so she was still having her fun with me. A dull ache radiated from my face as I returned my gaze to her, expressionless as always.

I could feel that same blood lust bubbling up in my stomach. Why couldn't I fight back? It would only take me three seconds to k-

Ugh...no. I'm not allowed to kill her. Or hurt her for that matter.

Damn it all. My head spun as I resisted the instinct to defend myself in the most thorough way possible.

...

"Is he doing okay?" Levi asked the head of operations. He looked through the one-way glass and felt more than bothered that these guys were just letting the woman beat the hell out of Ares. "Is this really necessary?"

Clint Ellamon, the man overseeing this whole evaluation, let out a long and heavy sigh. He was an older gentleman, a war hero, and highly trained in a number of military fields. He brought an aged hand up to scratch his thinned, gray hair. His mustache hid most of his mouth as he spoke but the tone of voice wasn't hidden at all.